Drying In the Night, WAV format, 33 MB
Here is the poem:
The night stretched long and wide, The rain steady and cold, The streetlights dim and foreboding, The anger deep and bold. One apple, if you please? So many people, yet all so lonely. An attache late for work, A tourist ripe for the plucking. A mother and daughter see me, and smirk. A place to sleep maybe? A street run crooked, A river rushes by, An old man sitting, shivering. Billboards filled with lies. Spare change for the needy? A kind heart, sympathy Just another... pity eyes How they sit in their smug satisfaction While another dream dies. And day turns into night Cold Hatred Silently Calculated Methodically Fear Hunger Division Abandonment Disillusionment Death Death is welcome, But death is not to be. Life clings with claws. Live was given to me. I want to soar High in the sky, To look down Above all the lies. To swoop in And make my kill, To leap away Into the nightly still. To know what's in a heart Before mine is broken again. To see the future days And to sleep a dreamless night. If dreams are all I have Then dreams will all I keep. I will not share it with you Until you and I are in too deep. Would you share my dream? Help me soar above the world? Or would you squash the dream, And keep it for yourself? The rain has stopped. The moon is out. The stars twinkle In and out. There, on a lamp post, A hawk watches the night, His wings spread to dry, And soon he will take flight. Me, My dreams, Wrapped in wings, For soon to fly Drying in the night.